Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 20:01:01 -0500 From: Gerard Martineau Subject: Cowboys COWBOYS Paul looked around him. As far as he could see from East to West and from North to South, this land had been in his family for many generations. They had come from Ireland in the late 1700's and had settled in Texas to become wealthy landowners. Part of the land had been used for growing cotton but the main moneymaker had been the beef and still was today. Their many thousand strong herds were famous nationwide and the family was proud of the quality of beef they produced. Paul had grown up in the aura of this powerful family and, now that he was eighteen, he was expected to take an adult part in the management of the estate. He was the eldest of four boys and as such was the first to start working in earnest on the estate. The boys had always worked, their parents wanting them to know every detail about raising cattle, planting seeds, mending fences and managing the hired help which had replaced the slaves of the Antebellum period. As Paul sat on his horse on this beautiful warm day, he breathed in deeply, the sweet smell of the grass filling his lungs and heart with a love for land which is common to most Irish. Paul was fond of his ancestry and he looked every bit Irish as the first of his family that embarked on the voyage over to America. His flaming red hair hung low, almost to his shoulders. He kept it tied back to keep it from his face. His piercing-blue eyes shined brightly from an intelligent and strong face. His body was strong and slim with all the work he had been doing since childhood and from working out on the wrestling team at college. He stood 6'2 and would be easily described as a hunk. Today, he wore tight jeans which hugged his body like a glove, a white cotton shirt, his cowboy hat which kept the sun from his eyes and of course, his boots. For a brief moment, a cloud of uncertainty passed his face as he thought of his secret. You see, Paul knew that he was different from most men, from all cowboys he thought. Ever since his early adolescence, he had these feelings for other men, for their bodies, for their ... Well, enough of these thoughts, they were leading him nowhere. He would just have to fight them as there was no way his family would accept anything different. He was to marry someday and breed a fine family of his own and that was that. He patted his horse and they both went off towards the house. As he approached, he saw his father talking to a stranger. The closer he got, the more he was curious and, he tried to shake it away but to no avail, even a little excited. The man standing next to his father was about the same height as himself and he could tell that he was strongly built. He had on an old pair of faded jeans that were so tight, Paul could see the outline of a large basket; a red shirt, the typical cowboy hat and an old pair of dark brown boots. Paul got off his horse and came up to the two men. - "Paul, I want you to meet a newcomer", his father said, "This is Mat. Mat, this is my son Paul. He will be your boss around here." - "Isn't he kind of young?" replied Mat Paul bristled at the remark but quickly replied: - "I've been working this land since I was old enough to walk so I guess I'm old enough to be your boss. Is that o.k. with you?" - "I'm sorry if I've offended you Mr Paul. I was jest surprised by your youth, that's all." - "No offense taken. Welcome to the ranch Mat." Paul put out his hand and shook Mat's hand. The man's eyes bore into Paul's. They were black as night and piercing as if he could see into Paul's thoughts. He took off his hat and his hair was short and equally black. He was in his late twenties but obviously had worked hard as his muscles were clearly defined through his shirt and jeans. - "How about we get you settled in your cabin and I show you around the place?" Paul said - "Fine by me boss." The man replied - "You can call me Paul like everyone else does" - "Thank you.... Paul." As they walked to the empty cabin, Paul noticed that Mat seemed to eye him once in a while. "Probably sizing me up" Paul thought. But inside, Paul's hormones were acting up and he was getting excited just being near this man. Paul shook his head and tried to think of other things. Paul showed Mat around his cabin. Mat wasn't a great talker so Paul kept the conversation down to the essential. They returned outside and Paul told Mat to saddle up a horse and come join him. As Mat walked towards the stables, Paul could not help notice the man's muscles. His ass was tight and beautifully formed as were his legs. Images of him and Mat tangled together naked in a bed came to his mind which he quickly shook away even though his cock had reacted and started growing. By the time Mat had returned, Paul was back to normal but not without some effort. He was getting more and more uncomfortable with this new guy and wondered how he was ever going to be able to control himself all the time since Mat and he would be working together. Paul swung himself up on Rusty, his favorite horse and he and Mat set out towards the fields. It was a hot, muggy day and they made their way slowly. Paul showed Mat the different areas of the ranch and the different work they would have to do. The sun was shining down on both men and they were sweating heavily. Mat undid most of the buttons of his shirt revealing a thick rug of black fur that covered his chest. His chest was very well defined with large round pec. Paul decided to unbutton his own shirt. - "I've never met anyone with as much hair as me before." Mat said - "I guess we both were blessed in that department. I've always been embarassed by the hair and it's color though." - "Don't be, it is very nice. I bet all the girls have a great time with you" - "Well, I must admit, I do get a lot of looks. Especially when I'm wrestling" - "I used to wrestle when I went to college. Really enjoyed the sport." - "You went to college..." I replied somewhat stupidly. - "Hired hands don't necessarily have to be stupid you know." - "I'm sorry... " I blundered" I didn't mean to be rude" - "No offense taken. Let's just say we're even." They both laughed at that and it seemed to break the ice between them. He spoke about his college days and his dreams of becoming a lawyer but the death of his parents prevented him from continuing. - "I'm really sorry about your parents and your dreams being messed up." - "Don't be, I'm really happy doing what I do and I have no regrets. Say maybe sometime I can catch up on my wrestling with you if you don't mind" - "Not at all, it would give me a chance to practice." Of course, once again, Paul's mind started playing tricks with visions of Mat and him tangled in wrestling singlets... This time his cock became hard rapidly probably from the movement of the horse below him. It soon became very uncomfortable in his jockstrap which he always wore when riding. They came to a small creek and decided to stop so the horses could drink. As Paul dismounted, he was a little embarrassed at the lump his cock made in his jeans. He tried to soften his cock but squeezing it just did not do the trick. Mat came up from the creek and Paul saw a very large lump in his jeans. - "Yeah, riding always does it to me!" Mat said as he eyed Paul's crotch. - "I know what you mean, it does it to me everytime." - "Guess we'll have to find you a girlfriend to help relieve tensions..." - "No rush for that " Paul replied "College first, then the ranch and then we'll see" They got back on the horses and headed for home. They got back in time for supper and as Mat walked back to his shack, Paul could not help looking at the great ass this guy had and how manly he looked in jeans and boots. Later that evening, Paul decided to take a walk before going to bed. It was a beautiful warm evening and the moon shined brightly, illuminating the countryside. His brothers were playing pool and he could here their laughter from the house. He walked down towards the shacks. All was quiet as the workers were all in bed, resting up for another hard day of work. Paul walked by Mat's cabin and almost hoped he would see him but the cabin was dark. All of a sudden he heard a soft moan coming from one of the windows of the cabin. He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. It came again, this time a little louder. Paul crept up to the window making no noise at all and he slowly peeked into the room. The moon was shining down from the other window and Paul could make out a large bed and a dark form lying there. His heart started beating more rapidly as he saw Mat on his bed. He could tell that Mat was naked and that his hand was rapidly moving on his cock. Paul's mouth started drooling as he looked into the room at Mat's beautiful body writhing in pleasure: one hand carressing his nipples through his body hair and the other one pumping his large tool. Mat moaned loudly as he arched his pelvis in time with his hand. Paul could even hear the sound of wet skin against wet skin as Mat's cock was shining from precum. By now, Paul's cock was rockhard and painfully confined by his jockstrap and jeans. As he watched Mat's performance, he unzipped and pulled out his meat which was already very wet with precum. Pretty soon he was beating in sync with Mat. He was careful not to moan out loud for fear of being discovered. Both men were pounding their dicks, each seeking a separate outcome. Mat was very loud about his pleasure and in a short time his back arched one last time and his cock erupted with shot after shot of thick white jism. This brought Paul over the brink and his cock shot his load into the grass below. Paul's orgasm was so intense he had to lean against the house. He continued watching Mat as his hands spread his cum all over his belly. Mat then got up and headed for the bathroom. It was Paul's cue to zip up and get out of there. He went back up to the house with the image of Mat's naked body dancing in his mind. The next day, after a fitful night, Paul was expected to be at College for a wrestling meet. He packed up his gear and headed for the four-by-four. Mat called after him: - "Hi Paul, where are you heading?" - "I have a wrestling competition today so I have to go to the College." - "Mind if I join you?" - "Don't you have any work to attend?" - "Well I would if my boss was going to give me any....?" Paul laughed out loud at that. - "I guess you are right so hop in if you feel like it." Mat got in and both men headed for the town. They talked about different things on the way there and in no time they had reached the College. Paul left Mat at the entrance of the gym and headed for the locker room. He changed into his tight red singlet and got ready for the match. Paul was in great shape that day and easily beat all his opponents. He could see Mat in the crownd and even heard him cheering him on. He was kind of excited to have Mat see him in his wrestling suit as it fit him snuggly revealing his muscles and most of all his crotch. Paul always got a little excited during matches and today was no exception: his basket was slightly enlarged. When the matches were over, Mat came over to Paul and congratulated him on his wins. - "You really are a good wrestler but I think I can beat you if you want to try sometime..." Mat sad slapping Paul on the back. - "Anytime sounds great to me. Listen, they are closing the gym in a few minutes. I can ask to leave us here and we can give it a try if you want." - "Are you sure you aren't too tired?" Mat laughed. - "You might regret those words" Paul retorted. Paul asked the coach if he could use the gym after closing and got the keys to the doors. He asked one of his friends for his singlet and tossed it to Mat inviting him to change in the locker room. Paul then closed up after everyone had left and waited for Mat on one of the wrestling mats. In a short while, Mat appeared and Paul's eyes were riveted on a great body. The singlet was a bit too small and seemed to carress Mat's body like a glove. Like Paul, Mat's hair was thick but black compared to red. Both men circled around each other before lunging and starting to wrestle. Paul found out quickly that he had a worthy opponent as Mat's muscles were hard and he strained against the other man as each tried to bring the other down. Paul managed a swooping movement with one of his feet and Mat lost his balance. Both men fell to the mat and Paul landed on top of Mat as he quickly wound his legs around Mat's. By then they were both sweating and breathing heavily. Paul tried to bring Mat onto his back so as to pin him but was having great difficulty. His crotch was grinding into Mat's firm ass and this was creating a diversion because his crotch was quickly getting larger and larger each time he would grind into the other man's asscheeks. He was sure Mat could feel his growing cock and was slightly embarrassed to say the least. But somehow Mat, feeling Paul's hesitation, managed to break free and in one movement was rolling Paul over. Paul quickly turned onto his stomach and it was Mat's turn to be on top. Mat caught one of Paul's legs and with his other arm pushed Paul's shoulders. Paul was struggling against this and against his hard-on. He managed to get free and Mat had no choice but to get on top of Paul. It was then that Paul felt Mat's crotch against his ass and he was surprised to feel that Mat was as hard as himself. Paul had been wrestling for a long time and this was the first time he had felt another wrestler getting excited at the same time he was. The blood was pounding in his head and especially in his cock as Mat grinded his crotch again and again into Paul. In one movement, Paul managed to get onto his side and both men were now side by side facing each other. For one short glorious moment, Paul felt Mat's crotch rub against his. He almost came at the sensation of another hard cock brushing against his but quickly returned to his senses. He grabbed Mat's head and immobilising his legs was able to pin Mat. Paul jumped up and let out a yell of victory as Mat slowly got up and they shook hands. Both were breathing laboriously and both were eyeing each other's crotches. Paul could not help but notice Mat's crotch and there was no way to hide his own erection. Once again, Mat shook Paul's hand and suddenly hugged him bringing their crotches together for a short moment of bliss. They held each other for only a moment but it seemed an eternity for Paul who could definitly feel Mat's hard cock against his own. - "Well, I guess we should hit the showers" he told Mat - "Yeah, we should head back to the ranch" Mat replied Both men showered quickly but Paul's eyes were riveted to Mat's great looking cock. By the time they were in the shower, both of them had managed to relax a bit and the dicks were almost soft. Paul could tell that they were both similar in the penile department. Mat had an abundant bush of black hair which was quite comparable to Paul's lush red forest surrounding his penis and balls. Little was said during the shower and pretty soon they were heading back to the ranch. - "I guess we will have to have a rematch sometime" Mat said - "Anytime is my time" Paul replied. - "So, do we have a big day tomorrow?" - "Yes, we have some fencing to do at one of the farthest parts of the ranch so get a good night sleep." When they arrived at the ranch, Mat thanked Paul for the day and headed towards his cabin. Once again Paul watched him go. One of his brothers, Daniel who was sixteen, came up and told him that supper was ready. Daniel was a good looker himself, almost as tall as Paul but with blond hair and no hair on his body. Daniel was his favorite brother as both of them got along very well. After supper, Paul decided to head up to his room. As he undressed, the thought of Mat popped up once again in his brain and his cock was starting to leap up in his jockstrap. All of a sudden, Daniel walked into his room and stopped short as he noticed Paul's slightly enlarged pouch. - "Daniel, aren't you supposed to knock before entering?" - "Oops, sorry bro. But I wanted to know how the match went today." Paul told him and even surprised himself by telling Daniel about the match with Mat. Daniel and Paul were sitting on the bed by now. - "I've started wrestling at school and I hope to be able to wrestle you some day, maybe even kick your butt" Daniel said playfully. - "You will have to work a lot before that happens" Paul said as he jokingly punched Daniel's arm. Daniel pushed Paul a bit and Paul returned the push. Pretty soon both of them were rolling around the bed play-wrestling. It did'nt take much time for Paul to pin Daniel. As Daniel got up to head for his room, Paul noticed that his jeans were hiding a hard-on but he thought it was adolescent hormones overacting just like himself. The next day, Paul and Mat headed out to the farthest end of Paul's family land. It took a little over an hour to reach the final fences which they were supposed to mend. It was another hot muggy day and in no time both men had discarded their shirts while struggling with the fence mendind. The sweat made their hair stick to their bodies and once in a while Paul would steal a glance at Mat's great muscled backside. They stopped a while for lunch and got back to work as soon as possible. Paul wanted to finish early so they could take a swim at one of the many little lakes around the estate. By two thirty, they had finished. Paul and Mat headed for the small pool of water that was just inside a little forest. It was a great place to go and Paul and his brothers had used this cool place many a time after a hard day of work. They arrived a few minutes later and dismounted. Paul then remembered that he had not brought any swimwear. As he hesitated, he saw Matt remove his boots and pants and head for the pool in just his jockstrap. Feeling a bit more confident, and somewhat aroused, Paul pulled off his own boots and pants and with his jockstrap starting to get larger, he half-ran to the pool and threw himself in the cool water. Matt had already jumped in. Both men swam around enjoying the fresh feel of water against skin. At one point Paul was standing with the water up to his neck and Matt swam over to him. They talked about this and that, mostly about the next day of work. Matt then plunged under the water and in a second or two, Paul felt his legs being pulled as he splashed into the deep water. The match was on as both men tried to push or pull the other into some kind of hold. They broke for air and quickly returned to the deep. This time Matt wrapped his body around Paul's, his arms around Paul's waist, holding him close. Paul put his arms around Matt's waist and gave him a strong bearhug. Without letting go, both men returned to the surface to catch some air. As they breathed and laughed, their eyes locked and something like electricity went from one to the other. In record time, Paul's cock was rockhard and he felt another hardness rubbing against his own as Matt's cock rose to the occasion. They were now panting from the passion that rose in their cocks. - "I'm sorry.." Matt said - "Why, I'm not" Paul replied - "But you're the boss..." - "Right now, I'm Paul, I'm a man and I want you like nothing before." Matt brought his lips to Paul's and they brushed together softly then more urgently. It was then that Matt slipped his tongue into Paul's mouth and their tongues met. Paul had never before felt this great and excited. He could feel the cum boil in his balls as he started to hump against Matt's hard cock. Matt replied and soon both men were rubbing their tools together, still trapped by the jockstraps. With the kissing and humping, it did not take long for Paul to explode and he did so with loud moans. As his first shot hit his jockstrap, Matt growled and grew tense as his own cock spurt it's load. Both men looked down to see their sperm mix in the water. Their mouths came together again in a tender kiss, the type of kiss after bliss, slower not urgent for release. They let go of each other and swam to the edge. As they got out, they lay down on the green grass by the pool of water. Matt got on top of Paul and their arms went around each other and their mouths found each other again. It did not take very long for both men to be hard and throbbing again. - "Let's take these jockstraps off and really feel each other" Matt said pulling Paul's jockstrap down. Paul pulled Matt's off and then Matt brought his body slowly down on top of Paul's. The first skin contact was their cockheads. Matt stopped for a while to fully feel the exciting contact of cock flesh against cock flesh. The dicks throbbed and a drop of precum leaked out of each piss-slit and made their heads shiny and slimy. Matt then lowered himself fully onto Paul, their bodies coming into full frontal contact, their cocks trapped between their bellies, shaft to shaft; their balls sliding together between their opened legs. Their bodies began a love duet as they began thrusting together, letting their cocks slide against each other. That's when they heard a noise. Paul quickly turned his head to see Daniel coming towards them. He pushed Matt off and both men stood up trying to hide their erections. Matt felt as if his world had collapsed; his brother would surely tell everyone what he had seen. Daniel laughed out loud and as he approached the men quickly started to take off his shirt revealing his well defined chest and erect nipples. Matt looked at Paul and smiled. The relief was quite visible in Paul's face as he went towards Daniel. - "I thought I would join you in the fun, if you don't mind" Daniel said. - "Little brother, it would be a pleasure if you're sure that's what you want." - "Look at my crotch and ask me that again..." Daniel replied. Paul did look down to see the mound of hard flesh in his brother's jeans. He quickly unzipped Daniel's pants and pulled them down to reveal his brother's jockstrap quite stretched to the limits. The jockstrap was quickly removed as Daniel began removing his boots, then his pants and then his jockstrap. Daniel was quite a work of art, blond hair, blond crotch hair and a beautiful large cock throbbing wildly right then. Matt came up behind Daniel and put his arms around the young guy as Paul came in closer and pressed his body against Daniel, bringing their brotherly cocks together. The three men brought their mouths together in a wild and wet kiss. Daniel moaned out loud and the other two grunted their pleasure. The three men lowered themselves onto the grass and it was a tangle of bodies, flesh to flesh, cock seeking cock. Their hands were all over each other, tweaking tits, carressing asscheeks; their bodies grinding against each other seeking release. They managed to arrange themselves so that the three cocks were together, thrusting against each other, the precum making them all wet and slick, easier to slide against. Their kissing grew more passionate as their tongues wrestled between them. Their cries grew louder as they were quickly approaching climax, the sensuality of this being too much. The thrusting was stronger as their bodies grew rigid and then almost together, they came, three hard throbbing cocks spewing their jism between their bodies. The sperm went all over their chests and crotches and as they continued to thrust and rub, it mixed between their bodies uniting them like cement. As they slowly returned to earth, their kissing continued until their cocks, spent and empty, grew soft. Still they did not let go of each other trying to savor each moment of pleasure. After a while, they let go and as they laughed, they jumped into the pool to wash off the cum and sweat. Paul couldn't help wondering why he had not done this earlier and now was looking forward to the long summer where they would have many more of these moments. He would find a way to tell his family but for now he would enjoy all he could.